My dad passed away on the 19th May. I was a dad’s girl. I would speak to him numerous times a day. He would ring me every day at 7am. I would see him most days.
His death wasn’t expected, I flew to Cyprus on the Tuesday for my best friend’s wedding, my brother took him to the drs on the Wednesday as he was struggling with his breathing, they told him to go straight to hospital. He died as I was taking off to come home. He died of mesothelioma which he or us didn’t know he had.
I feel massive guilt for not getting there, even though I know I couldn’t change the outcome, I’m devastated he died alone.